20th Century Masters: The Millennium Collection: Best Of Eric B & Rakim

Eric B.

Rakim

I Know You Got Soul

Marley Marl

Eric B. Is President

I Ain't No Joke

Paid In Full - Seven Minutes Of Madness - The Coldcut Remix

Follow The Leader

Lyrics Of Fury

Microphone Fiend

Let The Rhythm Hit 'Em

The Punisher

Know The Ledge

In The Ghetto

Unknown

Born to be the sole controller, of the universe

Any environment I can adapt, when it gets worst

The rough gets goin', the goin' gets rough

The next state'll shake from the power I generate

People in Cali used to think it was earthquakes

So I bogart, and never get scarred, I'm god

Lookin' over the edge, but the R never fell

Or tripped or slipped, 'cause my Nikes got grip

Stand on my own two feet and come equipped

I stand alone and need nothin' to lean on

'Cause it ain't where you're from, it's where ya at

I learn to relax in my room and escape from New York

And return through the womb of the world as a thought

To reach the best part, as life's creation

There's a will and a way and I got the know-how

It's a lot to learn so I study my lessons

I thought the ghetto was the worst that could happen to me

I'm glad I listen when my father was rappin' to me

'Cause, back in the days, they lived in caves

Exiled from the original man, and strayed away

Then I take a thought around the world twice

From knowledge to born back to knowledge precise

Across the desert, that's hot as the Arabian

But they couldn't cave me in, 'cause I'm the Asian

Reaching for the city of Mecca, visit Medina

Mind keeps travelin', I'll be back after I

Stop and think about the brothers and sisters in Africa

Return the thought through the eye of a needle

For miles I fought and I just brought the people

Not only there but right here's an apartheid

Take a trip through the mind and when you get back

Understand your third eye seen all of that

It ain't where you're from, it's where ya at

No more props, I want property, in every borough

Nobody's stoppin' me, because I'm thorough

Rhymes are makin' me real estate, for me to own

On point an' reactin', and ready for action

I'm so low key that you might not see me (the ghetto)

In front of a crowd, I get loud as a bum-rush

But calm, keep a low pro, and play the background

Hopin' the wack rapper put the mic back down

So rip it, break it in half, go head and slam it

'Cause when it's time to build, I'm a mechanic

Of bondin' and mendin', attachin' and blendin'

People in my neighborhood, they know I'm good

From London to Hollywood, wherever I stood

Sidewalks and streets, I leave fossils and dents

My trademark was left throughout the projects

I guess it ain't where you're from, it's where ya at

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Ghetto

Nobody's smilin'

The ghetto

Nobody's smilin'

Ain't gonna keep rottin' in hell

Nobody's smilin'

Ghetto

Nobody's smilin'

The ghetto

Nobody's smilin'

Ghetto
The ghetto

Nobody's smilin'

Ghetto
Ain't gonna keep rottin' in hell

Nobody's smilin'

Ghetto
Ain't gonna keep rottin' in hell

Planet Earth, was my place of birth
Born to be the sole controller, of the universe
Besides the part of the map I hit first
Any environment I can adapt, when it gets worst
The rough gets goin', the goin' gets rough
When I start flowin', the mic might bust
The next state'll shake from the power I generate
People in Cali used to think it was earthquakes
'Cause times was hard on the Boulevard
So I bogart, and never get scarred, I'm god

But it seems like I'm locked in hell
Lookin' over the edge, but the R never fell
Or tripped or slipped, 'cause my Nikes got grip
Stand on my own two feet and come equipped
Any stage I'm seen on, or mic I fiend on
I stand alone and need nothin' to lean on
Goin' for self, wit' a long way to go
So much to say, but I still flow slow
I come correct and I won't look back
'Cause it ain't where you're from, it's where ya at
Even the

Ghetto

Nobody's smilin'

The ghetto

Nobody's smilin'

Ghetto
Ain't gonna keep rottin' in hell

Nobody's smilin'

I learn to relax in my room and escape from New York
And return through the womb of the world as a thought
Thinkin' how hard it was to be born
Me bein' cream, wit' no physical form
Millions of cells wit' one destination
To reach the best part, as life's creation
9 months later, a job well done
Make way, 'cause here I come

Since I made it this far, can't stop now
There's a will and a way and I got the know-how
To be all I can be and more
And see all there is to see before
I'm called to go back to the essence
It's a lot to learn so I study my lessons
I thought the ghetto was the worst that could happen to me
I'm glad I listen when my father was rappin' to me

'Cause, back in the days, they lived in caves
Exiled from the original man, and strayed away
Now that's what I call hard times
I'd rather be here to exercise the mind
Then I take a thought around the world twice
From knowledge to born back to knowledge precise
Across the desert, that's hot as the Arabian
But they couldn't cave me in, 'cause I'm the Asian

Reaching for the city of Mecca, visit Medina
Visions of Neffertiti, then I seen her
Mind keeps travelin', I'll be back after I
Stop and think about the brothers and sisters in Africa
Return the thought through the eye of a needle
For miles I fought and I just brought the people

Under the dark skies on a dark side
Not only there but right here's an apartheid
So now is the time for us to react
Take a trip through the mind and when you get back
Understand your third eye seen all of that
It ain't where you're from, it's where ya at
Even the

Ghetto

Nobody's smilin'

The ghetto

Nobody's smilin'
Even the

Ghetto

Nobody's smilin'

The ghetto

Nobody's smilin'

Ghetto
Ain't gonna keep rottin' in hell

Nobody's smilin'

Ghetto
Ain't gonna keep rottin' in hell

Nobody's smilin'

The ghetto

Nobody's smilin'

Ain't gonna keep rottin' in hell

Nobody's smilin'

No more props, I want property, in every borough
Nobody's stoppin' me, because I'm thorough
Rhymes are makin' me real estate, for me to own
Wherever I bless a microphone
007 is back and relaxin'
On point an' reactin', and ready for action
I'm so low key that you might not see me (the ghetto)
Incognito, and takin' it easy (ghetto)

Quiet is kept on a hush hush
In front of a crowd, I get loud as a bum-rush
But calm, keep a low pro, and play the background
Hopin' the wack rapper put the mic back down
So rip it, break it in half, go head and slam it
'Cause when it's time to build, I'm a mechanic
Of bondin' and mendin', attachin' and blendin'
So many solos, there is no endin'

People in my neighborhood, they know I'm good
From London to Hollywood, wherever I stood
Footprints remain on stage ever since
Sidewalks and streets, I leave fossils and dents
When I had sex, I left my name on necks
My trademark was left throughout the projects

I used to get rich when I played Cee-lo
When I rolled 4, 5, 6, they go "we know"
So I collect my cash then slide
I got my back, my gun's on my side
It shouldn't have to be like that
I guess it ain't where you're from, it's where ya at
Even the

Ghetto

Nobody's smilin'

The ghetto

Nobody's smilin'
I'm from the

Ghetto
Ain't gonna keep rottin' in hell

Word up
Nobody's smilin'
Peace

Ghetto

Nobody's smilin'

The ghetto

Nobody's smilin'

Ghetto
Ain't gonna keep rottin' in hell

Nobody's smilin'

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no (in the ghetto)
No, no, no, nobody's smilin'
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no (in the ghetto)
No-bo-dy's smilin'
Ghetto
Ain't gonna keep rottin' in hell
Nobody's smilin'

In The Ghetto

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